Tears

gray0328

Tears

 

Tucked in the corners of eyes

like miniature crystal balls,

those tiny globes of saline,

 

they don't just fall,

they descend like the slowest rain,

bringing into focus

 

a landscape slightly bent.

As though peering through a fish-eye lens,

they reveal a world askew -

 

where the simplest chair leg

might look like a root of an oak,

or the edge of a stamp

 

could suddenly remind you

of the cliffs of Dover.

And all of it, every detail

 

swollen and blurred

by this watery prism,

as if painted by an artist

 

who cannot decide

between Impressionism

and drowning.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2024 12:57
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A fine write G.
    You know the dark humour story of someone waving for help in the sea.
    When rescued they said 'Why didn't you help; I was drowning'. The reply was 'I thought ya was waving hello to me!'

    • gray0328

      Thanks Orchi

    • Cassie58

      Highly creative.Never thought of looking at the world through the eyes of a fallen tear before. Love that you mention the white cliffs of Dover. Many a tear would have been shed either on departure or return to those shores. For me they represent home. Enjoyed my visit today.

      • gray0328

        Your feedback makes me happy.

        • Cassie58

          Really pleased about that. I am happy that you are happy:)



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